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5 5 5 theres a term for dates like this right?
wow, this week has gone by quick. i feel somewhat relieved after completing my two final essays for my literature and sociology courses. we also had final critiques on wednesday. i guess my critique went well, i received constructive feedback, but also a lot of arbitrary comments like "it would be cool if...".
esther is growing so much! she is very clumsy and energetic. dad mowed the yard yesterday which made her white legs green.
the weather has been really wonderful here, extremely cool for this time of the year.
i have been going down to school late at night these past few weeks. as i drive through the city, i see empty supermarket parking lots and freshly lit streets and sidewalks. i remember when i used to stay the night at my friend John's house on weekend nights. we would stay up late, waiting until we felt like it would be safe to sneak out of the house. every time we would, i knew that we were extremely clumsy and loud, and that John's mom probably heard us, but we pretended that we were stealthy teenagers on some sort of mission. we would skateboard through the neighborhood streets and up to the intersection to where a few of our skate spots were. we would skate around for awhile until we got a little exhausted, then we would sit and rest, watching the street sweepers dance around the empty parking lots like a zamboni. i remember we would stay out so late, often skateboarding a few miles or so to another friends house or to a different intersection with all of these obstacles that we felt obligated to control. I remember how we felt like we owned this place, we felt like no one could touch us, and that we knew so much more than all of the other people asleep in their too big houses, with too big cars in their garages. i remember when we would climb the walls of our middle school, proudly pronouncing our authority over the prison-like place. i think its so intriguing how the lights of the night transform this suburban environment into something so much more mysterious and vulnerable. sometimes i even imagine some faceless youth running through the perfectly lit churches, plowing over the flowers and kicking dirt onto the clean sidewalks. maybe it has to do with being raised in this world in which everything seems to be structured and defined, from religion and philosophy, to the physical buildings that we can define as landmarks and symbols of a city or community. no wonder punk rock, rap, grunge, anti- pop, indie, and all of these other genres of american youthful sub-culture have developed, making social commentary about the definitions and roles in which we seem to be placed into. fuck definition, why do we have to follow the paths of our parents and older generations when we can obviously see that their decisions get them nowhere! well, i think that things need to change and that i know i will do my part to challenge what knowledge is and what can be accomplished in someone's life.
okay, well im off now to read read read.
goodnight
--jefff
wow, this week has gone by quick. i feel somewhat relieved after completing my two final essays for my literature and sociology courses. we also had final critiques on wednesday. i guess my critique went well, i received constructive feedback, but also a lot of arbitrary comments like "it would be cool if...".
esther is growing so much! she is very clumsy and energetic. dad mowed the yard yesterday which made her white legs green.
the weather has been really wonderful here, extremely cool for this time of the year.
i have been going down to school late at night these past few weeks. as i drive through the city, i see empty supermarket parking lots and freshly lit streets and sidewalks. i remember when i used to stay the night at my friend John's house on weekend nights. we would stay up late, waiting until we felt like it would be safe to sneak out of the house. every time we would, i knew that we were extremely clumsy and loud, and that John's mom probably heard us, but we pretended that we were stealthy teenagers on some sort of mission. we would skateboard through the neighborhood streets and up to the intersection to where a few of our skate spots were. we would skate around for awhile until we got a little exhausted, then we would sit and rest, watching the street sweepers dance around the empty parking lots like a zamboni. i remember we would stay out so late, often skateboarding a few miles or so to another friends house or to a different intersection with all of these obstacles that we felt obligated to control. I remember how we felt like we owned this place, we felt like no one could touch us, and that we knew so much more than all of the other people asleep in their too big houses, with too big cars in their garages. i remember when we would climb the walls of our middle school, proudly pronouncing our authority over the prison-like place. i think its so intriguing how the lights of the night transform this suburban environment into something so much more mysterious and vulnerable. sometimes i even imagine some faceless youth running through the perfectly lit churches, plowing over the flowers and kicking dirt onto the clean sidewalks. maybe it has to do with being raised in this world in which everything seems to be structured and defined, from religion and philosophy, to the physical buildings that we can define as landmarks and symbols of a city or community. no wonder punk rock, rap, grunge, anti- pop, indie, and all of these other genres of american youthful sub-culture have developed, making social commentary about the definitions and roles in which we seem to be placed into. fuck definition, why do we have to follow the paths of our parents and older generations when we can obviously see that their decisions get them nowhere! well, i think that things need to change and that i know i will do my part to challenge what knowledge is and what can be accomplished in someone's life.
okay, well im off now to read read read.
goodnight
--jefff